Christian Chronicles (Complete) - 5

In the Battle of Loom in Chapter 3

, the Zaku, true to its heavily armored nature, was hit by two missiles, losing only one arm and some of its armor twisted.

While not a fatal wound, the loss of an arm made it difficult for the machine to maintain balance, and the pilot's self-defense skills were clearly insufficient to overcome this. Its swaying movements, coupled with damaged armor, quickly led to its destruction under concentrated fire from other fighters. The remaining Zaku turned and fled when the battle became 8 against 1.

After escaping the enemy's pursuit, Milley escaped Sector 1 aboard the Salamis-class destroyer. Looking back at the receding colony satellites behind him, how many of his comrades had survived the attack? How many residents had managed to escape on civilian ships or warships?

He feared many of his girlfriends had perished at the hands of the Self-Defense Forces—women he didn't cherish, but at least women he valued. In this massive battle, he couldn't even protect those he wanted to protect, only managing to escape the enemy's encirclement. This filled Mire with extreme anger.

"What were those idiots up there doing?" But no amount of cursing could change the fact.

In despair, Mire wondered if Riya had escaped, or if she had already died alongside her husband.

"Well done, brat. You managed to take down three Zaku in that situation!" Gibbs exclaimed excitedly.

"What's the use? In the end, only I managed to escape," Milley said self-deprecatingly.

"At least it's better than me, a useless superior who not only lost so many men but also failed to shoot down a single enemy Zaku," Gibbs said painfully.

"Next time, I will definitely avenge them," Gibbs said resolutely.

Milley watched him silently.

Trying to fight the Zaku with fighter jets was far too difficult; the next battle would likely result in another massacre.

When Christian returned to the Barbenhausen, he saw rows of electric vehicles continuously loading supplies onto various warships, including the Barbenhausen. Empty cargo containers that had run out of supplies were being lowered.

Missiles, 120mm bullets, Zaku spare parts, fuel, water, food, and even medical supplies. Once the warship is fully replenished, everyone, including himself, will have to participate in a new killing spree!

"Miss Yoko is very busy!" Christian greeted Yoko, who was working inside the ship.

"Ugh! I wish there were 48 hours in a day! I'm really busy right now! Sorry, I'll call you later."

Yoko said apologetically, making an apologetic gesture with one hand.

"Hmm!" Christian responded softly.

Looking at the batches of supplies to be placed in the hangar, the personnel performing maintenance outside the ship, and the Zaku being repaired inside

, it seemed that it was really difficult for Yoko to find any free time.

"Are you back?" Jacobson asked. In the genie, Hans and Jacobson sat together, each with a can of beer in hand.

"Ugh!" Christian responded, sounding grumpy.

"Commander Steiner said he'd be calling the whole squadron together for a meeting, so we've been waiting for you to come back," Hans said.

"Don't we have leave?" Christian asked.

"A subordinate's leave is the cheapest thing in the world for an officer, although for us, leave is the most important thing besides life itself. Steiner's been kind; it's only taking up a few hours of our time. Let's go!" Jacobson said.

"You're not only important for leave, but also for cigarettes, alcohol, women, money, and gambling!" Hans said as they walked.

"Don't you want those things? I'm telling you, men want those things. Anyone who says they don't is either a disgusting hypocrite or not a man at all," Jacobson said.

“But I’m only interested in women!” Christian said. The other things, besides money, are all bad habits!

“So you’re not a man, you’re a woman!” Jacobson said decisively.

“What? Do you want to die?” Christian snapped.

“A woman’s defining characteristic is stinginess,” Jacobson said lazily.

“Fine, today I’ll skin you alive.” Christian took the opportunity to vent his anger on Jacobson, first with a chop, then a flying kick, followed by a barrage of attacks.

“Hey! You shrew, you resort to violence when you can’t win an argument, so I’m right that you’re a woman. Can someone who doesn’t drink or gamble still be considered a man?” Jacobson dodged and fought back.

“But he likes women!” Hans said.

"Ugh! No more beer..." Hans said disappointedly, shaking the empty can.

"She's a lesbian, does liking women make her a man? That's why I said Hans, you're ignorant." Jacobson's mouth was still talking.

"Still talking!" Christian pressed on Jacobson's temple, making him scream.

"Looks like Director Sanada took the initiative! Christian, my little darling, spread your legs wider, let your sister lick your thing!" Hans said with a sly smile, throwing the beer can at the same time.

"You want to die too?" Christian shifted his target to Hans this time.

However, the thick-skinned Hans was much stronger than Jacobson in terms of endurance. While being beaten, he imitated Yoko and Christian's voices, making some lewd noises to mock them.

Amidst this chaotic commotion, the three finally reached the Starlight, the warship assigned to Captain Steiner, after a considerable amount of time. The short distance was filled with electric vehicles, maintenance crews, and supply personnel.

When they entered the Starlight's mobile warfare room, everyone else was already waiting.

"Sorry for being late! It's all this kid's fault," Jacobson greeted everyone, shifting the blame entirely onto Christian.

"What?" Christian protested, emphasizing the promised vacation! The sudden call to assemble was, however, less appealing to Christian, who was in a bad mood; work was preferable.

"Finally everyone's here!" Captain Steiner said somewhat sadly, looking at the empty seats.

Because one of the team members, Conrad, had died in the previous battle.

"Still denying it. You're always playing gay games with Yoko!" Jacobson continued, seemingly oblivious to Squadron Leader Steiner's sentimentality.

"Ah! So the kid finally has a woman?" Thoth said with interest.

"If it's a woman, how can it be gay?" Leopold asked curiously.

"Don't listen to this old bastard's nonsense!" Christian quickly said, although he wanted to teach Jacobson a lesson, he was too embarrassed to fight with him in front of Squadron Leader Steiner.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" asked Klassen, the red-haired member of the squadron.

"This...this..." Christian was embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

"Alright, stop bullying the young man. It's time to get down to business," Captain Steiner stepped in to stop them.

"Yes, sir!" the group could only reply in unison.

Does he have a girlfriend too? Klassen looked at Christian, who was blushing with embarrassment, and sadly glanced at his own unremarkable chest.

"I originally wanted to celebrate our first victory and survival with everyone, but we don't have much time left, so we'll have to leave it for next time. I received notice that the fleet has to depart at dawn on the 13th," Captain Steiner said.

"Isn't the military being a bit heartless? We barely escaped with our lives; working overtime isn't in my nature," Scheer said.

"That's a soldier's duty!" Leopold said seriously.

"Can duty, responsibility, and justice feed us?" Thoth said.

"Hmm..." Captain Steiner murmured, waiting for everyone to stop before continuing.

"It's regrettable that Conrad from our squadron was killed in action. His position hasn't been filled with personnel or mobile combatants yet, so we'll have to fight the next battle with insufficient manpower," Steiner said.

"Furthermore, we've received new instructions: we can no longer use tactical nuclear warheads in combat unless the Federation uses them first," Steiner added.

This is the military reaping what they sowed! Christian thought. Using every weapon at their disposal to launch a surprise attack on the Federation, disregarding morality and humanity, resulted in a counterattack by the Federation in Operation Britain, where they attempted to crash a colony satellite onto Earth. The personnel and equipment losses far exceeded those of the initial surprise attack.

"Also, the government has officially designated the previous series of battles as the 'One-Week Campaign,'" Steiner said.

"And what we need to be aware of next is that the Federation has also learned a lot from the war, and we need to pay attention to..." Captain Steiner then explained the practical aspects of the work, including the Federation's complete switch to heat-guided missiles, the need to be aware of the Federation's tactics of using four-plane squadrons for concentrated attacks, and the possibility that the Federation might ram their fighters into us for mutual destruction.

Focusing on his work allowed Christian to suppress his distress.

After the meeting ended and they returned to the ship, Christian still pulled Hans and Jacobson aside to discuss the matter.

He ignored the two lazybones' accusations that he was a workaholic, Gihren's puppet, and a fanatic of nationalism.

Although she managed to hide on the ship amidst the chaos of departure preparations, she couldn't escape being caught red-handed by Liss. After another round of back-aching "heavy labor" (Ugh! Can this be called heavy labor? That's clearly a lie! How outrageous! You heartless bastard! [Mrs. Anna's note])

, the Benbhausen departed early the next morning, leaving the still-under-construction but already operational space fortress Solomon for several months.

Christian had never witnessed such a large-scale mobilization and sortie before, with over a hundred ships gathered in and around Solomon Harbor departing. Previous sorties had been launched by Fort Solomon, Fort Abao, and the Self-Defense Forces.

Looking at our massive force, comparable in size to a Federation fleet, Christian wondered what the target of this operation would be. Would it be the Federation's largest space fortress, Luna II, the Moon, Sector Five, or Earth's orbit?

"I hope this time it's a fair fight, not some attack involving poison gas and collateral damage!" Christian said, gazing at the magnificent scenery outside the window with deep hope.

Let us be soldiers who have no regrets! Even if it means death, he hoped to fight to the death against a capable enemy, rather than engaging in the slaughter of civilians.

Christian, still on holiday the next day, had no desire to rest. Officially, he was constantly worried about his target; he wasn't afraid of a direct assault on Luna II, only of being an accomplice again. Personally, he was genuinely afraid of Lisna, perhaps due to the differences in male and female constitutions.

Christian felt utterly exhausted, while Lisna was in much better spirits, her complexion rosy and possessing an alluring charm. He feared he would die in bed if things continued this way. Yoko let him decide the number of times, while Lisna wouldn't stop until she was completely exhausted. As for Christian, he wouldn't stop even if he turned into a dried-up corpse.

Around noon, just as he was secretly hiding in the hangar, away from Lisna, Yoko appeared before him, covered in filth.

"Sorry, I've been very busy these past few days! I haven't had time to spend with you." Yoko apologized with a smile.

"No! How could that be!" Christian said.

"The repair work is finished, and I just need to finish the remaining paperwork this afternoon. You can come see me tonight."

"Ugh!" That's good, at least I can avoid Lisna. But if Miss Yoko sees the scars on my body...

Christian understands a little why those women, even though they are the victims, are so afraid of being found out they were raped.

"You've been holding back for a long time, haven't you! I know young people are particularly impatient in this kind of thing, hehe!" Yoko said with a low laugh.

"Yes...yes..."

"Okay, see you tonight!"

"Ugh!"

Sigh! What should I do! Christian now feels more terrified than facing a Federation fleet alone.

That evening, Christian was at a loss. He dared not return to his own room, nor could he go to Miss Yoko's room, and he certainly didn't want to go to Lisina's room.

In the end, he could only kill time in the lounge.

"Christian, is that you?" In the lounge, Lisina, dressed in her eye-catching mummy costume, was holding a bottle of liquor.

"What are you doing here?" Christian felt a chill run down his spine; of all times, he had to run into her here.

"Cough...cough...cough..." Lisina coughed after taking a sip.

"You don't know how to drink?" Christian asked.

"Really? Is that a problem?" Lisina's face was flushed an unusual red, giving her a seductive and mature charm.

"Want to try it too?"

"No, if you're feeling down, come find me. Don't ruin your health here." Christian said, snatching the bottle from her hand.

"Don't worry, I only had a little! I don't think I even had a single glass." Liz looked quite drunk.

"Let me help you back to your room!" Christian said, seeing her like this.

"Ugh..."

"That means you agree!" Seeing her like this, Christian reached out to help her. Luckily, there was no gravity, or it wouldn't have been easy!

"Do you know where you're headed this time?"

"No!" Christian shook his head.

"It's the Fifth District... In other words, another massacre is coming, because General Reibell stopped the last attack there. Poison gas, dropping colony satellites, they want to kill another two billion people!" Lisna shouted.

Christian shuddered at this. Was that nightmare about to repeat itself?

"How did you know?" Christian asked quickly.

"I asked the people in the Navigation Department?" Lisna said.

"How did they tell you?"

"Hehe... I wanted to know! So, I accidentally tore off some of the sanitary napkin from my breasts, and then! Those self-defense pigs practically bulged their eyes out, and then I lured one of them to my room... It was easy..." Lisna laughed sadly, tears welling in her eyes.

Did you have sex?

Use your own body to gather information.

Christian felt a deep sadness, so heavy that he could barely move. Was the tragedy about to repeat itself, and he would once again be an accomplice?

Lisna, didn't you utterly despise the Self-Defense Forces? Yet, you're using them for someone else besides yourself.

"Don't hurt yourself anymore, you fool," Christian scolded sadly.

"Mmm..." Lisna responded, half-asleep.

"Thank you...only you...now you're the only one who cares about me." Tears welled in Lisna's eyes and scattered in the air.

Christian then helped her back to Lisna's room. Normally, without gravity, carrying her would be easier, but to avoid being seen, it was best not to be too intimate.

After entering the password and opening the door, Christian saw a man sitting on the ground—a soldier from the Aviation Department.

His pants were half-undone, even his underwear was pulled down, revealing a disgusting genital.

Christian quickly turned his face away; he hated seeing that. Although he was also a man, the sight of that thing made him feel repulsed and disgusted. Of course, his own was an exception.

"Sergeant Christian, could you please untie me?" the soldier said somewhat embarrassedly.

"Why are you here?"

"Oh! Well, it was all because of that perverted woman's temptation. I thought I'd stumbled upon a romantic opportunity. She said it would be more fun with me tied up, but… haha! Anyway, that's how it is, please let me go!" The soldier forced an awkward laugh.

"Alright!" Christian said, untying the soldier.

The soldier then scrambled away.

Knowing that Lisna hadn't slept with him brought Christian a sense of relief.

"Can you just leave me here like this?"

"Mmm."

Christian placed Lisna on the bed, fastened the restraints, and left the room.

On his way back to his own room, Christian felt an indescribable sadness; it seemed the tragedy was inevitable. Last time, he had participated unknowingly, but this time, he knew everything, yet he still had to participate as a soldier. His heart ached terribly.

"Can I even be considered human like this?" Christian said self-deprecatingly.

"Excuse me, did I come to the wrong place?" Yoko's voice suddenly came from ahead.

"Um, Miss Yoko… ah…" Christian then remembered that he had deliberately left to prevent Yoko from seeing his wounds. Because of Lisna, he was distracted and forgot about it.

"Oh, no! I forgot myself," Christian quickly apologized.

"What! Honestly, I care about you so much, but you don't care about me at all," Yoko said angrily like a little girl.

"Sorry, sorry. Something just happened."

"Never mind, can I come in?" Yoko asked.

"Sure, sure." At this point, Christian had no choice but to agree.

"Phew, so busy! But I finally fixed all those junks," Yoko said after stretching out. "

You've been holding back for a long time, haven't you! It must be really tough for young men like you. Actually, Yoko-neechan was looking forward to it too!" Yoko said, slightly embarrassed.

As an older person, would Christian feel self-conscious about saying this? Would he seem promiscuous?

"No...no...I..." Christian stammered. To be honest, not only had he completely lost control, but he had also been tormented by doing too much with Lisna.

"Did you masturbate?" Yoko asked, her face flushed.

"..." Christian was too embarrassed to speak.

"Now that your older sister is here, you don't need to do that." Looking at Yoko's smiling, upturned lips, her eyes that seemed to speak volumes, and her slightly red cheeks,

Christian felt a reaction in his lower body, and it seemed that avoidance was no longer an option.

Seeing that Christian didn't take the initiative, Yoko hesitated for a moment before taking off his clothes.

"What, what is this?" Lisna exclaimed in surprise after pulling off Christian's uniform. The claw marks and teeth marks on his shoulders were too obvious.

"What, what happened?" Yoko's first reaction was worry, because it looked like it would hurt a lot.

"I'm sorry, I've been comforting Lisna for the past two days. So..." Christian said somewhat fearfully.

What?! He had me and still went to see other women? Is my charm only this much? In a fit of anger, Yoko took off Christian's entire shirt to see the condition of his upper body.

"Ah... this..." Christian's shoulders and back were covered with teeth marks and scratches, which were clearly not accidental. Wasn't Christian in excruciating pain? Was Lisna deliberately showing off to her like this?

"What? Does it hurt?" Yoko asked with concern, touching the wounds.

"Hmm. I'm so glad you're not angry, Yoko," Christian said happily.

"Who says I'm not?" Yoko shouted back, pinching Christian's injured back hard.

"Ouch..." Christian cried out. ('Serves you right!' Mrs. Anna added, while simultaneously torturing her husband. 'Waaah! This royalty rate is definitely earned with blood and sweat.')

"Is that woman a pervert? Treating you like that." Yoko wasn't a little girl after all; a big argument out of jealousy would only further damage their relationship. Besides, it wasn't easy to control each other in their relationship, which was more like sexual partners than lovers.

"No, it's just that she's so pitiful! Lisna is just using my body to vent her frustrations," Christian said softly.

"Fool! Idiot! Fool!" Yoko whispered, hugging Christian from behind.

"If you want to atone for our sins, even letting her kill you wouldn't be enough, not to mention there are countless people like her in the world. You don't have enough lives, you can't let her hurt you again! Otherwise, Yoko-neechan will be heartbroken for you." After saying that, Yoko stuck out her tongue and licked Christian's back, which was full of wounds.

The warm, wet tongue licked the inch of his back that hadn't healed yet, making Christian feel so comfortable.

"Ah...ah...ah..." He unconsciously let out a sound.

Yoko quickly removed his restraints, licking each wound a couple of times, like an animal claiming territory, as if trying to wash away all the marks Lissina had left on Christian.

Christian, feeling waves of pleasurable pleasure, returned the favor by removing Yoko's restraints.

"Don't get too caught up in the world of sadomasochism!" Yoko said, licking Christian's chest.

"I don't!" Christian said sheepishly.

"This is just fingernails and scratches now, next time it'll be candles and whips, and the time after that…"

"Ah!" Christian screamed. Yoko had just bitten him on the chest.

"Leave a mark and tell that woman that you're not her toy, and tell her to stop messing around!" Yoko said mischievously with a laugh.

"Especially here, it needs a good wash!" Yoko said, gripping his already erect penis.

"You didn't do it with her today, did you?" Yoko asked, a hint of jealousy in her eyes.

"No, no, not at all," Christian hurriedly shook his head.

"When you encounter something unpleasant, don't dwell on it. Do something happy to change your mood," Yoko said, licking his penis.

One hand held his penis and stroked it, while the other hand rubbed his testicles.

"Mmm...Miss Yoko's hands are so good... Ah! So comfortable..." Christian exclaimed.

"Not bad, right!" Yoko said smugly.

Her tongue then circled the sensitive area around the glans, making a series of

moans . (Mrs. Anna adds: Damn it! I'm furious! Anna, you'll have to proofread and rewrite the rest yourself.)

Not only that, she kissed his glans. She teased his urethra with her tongue and sucked hard with her lips, giving Christian even more intense pleasure.

"I can't take it anymore!" Unable to bear it any longer, Christian pressed Yoko's head down and thrust towards her throat.

Yoko made muffled noises, carefully avoiding touching his penis with her teeth, while her tongue still extended as much as possible to stimulate it.

"I'm going to cum!" Christian shouted, and his penis trembled.

Yoko quickly broke free from Christian's hand, tilting her head back and spitting his penis out of her mouth.

"Ah! Ah!" Christian ejaculated forcefully.

Yoko skillfully caught the ejaculated semen in her hand, feeling the force of the impact, which gave her a strange sense of pleasure.

Then, she cupped the semen in her palm and leaned closer to Christian's face. Her warm, soft lips kissed his cheek—

nose, eyelids, cheek.

"Mmm! Miss Yoko," Christian returned the kiss.

At that moment, Yoko covered Christian's mouth with her hand.

Christian suddenly felt a warm, slightly fishy, and sticky substance in his mouth. Feeling nauseous, Christian wanted to spit it out, but Yoko covered his mouth with her hand.

"No, swallow it," Yoko commanded gently, but it clearly implied no resistance.

Christian reluctantly swallowed it.

The fishy taste in his mouth afterwards was truly unbearable.

"How does your own semen taste?" Yoko asked with a smile.

"What?" She almost vomited upon hearing that.

"You men are all the same, forcing women to swallow things that even you find disgusting. Today, I'll teach you a lesson with your own semen." Yoko said smugly, like a demon with an extra tail.

"Disgusting..." Christian angrily grabbed Yoko's head and forced a deep kiss on her.

His tongue darted into Yoko's mouth, actively entwining with hers, sucking on her saliva.

"Ugh!" Yoko struggled to resist the stench from Christian's mouth. But Christian held her slender waist with one hand and reached for her round buttocks with the other.

His tongue continued to greedily suck. He continued until Yoko's taste overpowered the taste of the semen in his mouth.

Swallowing his own semen—such an erotic and disgusting thing was something Christian had never even considered before, but after being "forced" to do so, his body was almost driven into a frenzied state of excitement.

Now, all he wanted was to enter Yoko's body and find release.

After a deep kiss that nearly suffocated Yoko, Christian quickly turned her around, pressing her body down, spreading her legs horizontally towards him.

Hearing Yoko's words, Christian thrust even harder, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, occasionally brushing to the left or right, or rotating in circles.

Of course, he couldn't stand in a vacuum; Christian's movements relied entirely on his hands pushing Yoko up and down, and the movements of his waist.

"Ugh!... Ah... Ah... You seem especially strong today! Yaya..." Yoko cried out.

"Is that so..." Christian responded with a violent thrust.

"Ah... Ugh..." Yoko's cries grew louder.

"Okay, pull your legs back," Christian commanded.

"Ah! No... It's shameful to do this in my military uniform... Take it off first..." Yoko pleaded.

"But, can you bear for me to stop for even a few minutes?" Christian asked between heavy breaths.

He then began thrusting repeatedly into Yoko's sensitive areas.

"Yaya..." Yoko cried out.

At this moment, Christian reached out and helped Yoko pull her legs back.

"Okay, let's do a wonderful spin." Christian spun Yoko around like a top while continuing his thrusting.

"Ah...ah..." Yoko's pleasurable moans grew louder, her face flushed with embarrassment. She was still wearing her neat uniform on her upper body, and her snow-white buttocks were being penetrated by his penis, her vagina tightly enveloping his erect member.

"Come on...go, Miss Yoko..." Excited, Christian began to thrust even more fiercely.

"Ah..." Amid Yoko's moans, the pool of vaginal fluid produced by their union slowly scattered throughout the room.

"Ah! So beautiful...all around me is my own..." Yoko's cheeks contorted with pleasure, her face flushed from the excitement, and she let out heavy, labored breaths.

"Ugh!" Yoko licked away a drop of vaginal fluid that floated past her.

"Ahhhhhh..." Christian screamed, feeling the ecstasy from the writhing of her vagina.

"I'm coming!..." With Yoko's scream echoing through the room, a large amount of nectar flowed from her flower, and Christian ejaculated all his semen into her body.

The moment of climax descended upon the two of them.

Yoko, horizontally inserted into Christian, had her lips slightly parted, biting her finger, her other hand clenched into a fist and waving wildly in the air, her face full of a captivating climax expression, a mixture of joy and resentment, like being in heaven and hell at

the same time. "Ahhhhhhh..." Yoko gasped for breath as she arched her back.

"How shameful! Doing this..." Yoko whispered.

Christian pulled her body up, and the two kissed deeply. **********

...

It seems that the Fifth District, as Lisna mentioned, is indeed the target of this operation.

The last attack by the Self-Defense Forces was a failure, thwarted by Admiral Reibell's Third Fleet.

That was the only place that survived the surprise attack.

It seems this time they're going to repeat the failed operation. Judging from the nuclear-powered engines the fleet is carrying to propel the colony satellites, a second colony satellite crash will likely follow.

Most of the Self-Defense Force officers and soldiers, like Christian, want a fair fight between soldiers, not another massacre of civilians. Unfortunately, the decision was made by the military high command, not the soldiers.

That night, Lisna stayed in her room, while Yoko came to Christian's room. That night, however, they did nothing; Christian simply held Yoko tightly as they fell asleep. The fear of the impending battle made them utterly unmotivated.

The next day, as the escort fleet approached Sector Five, the ship began frantically preparing for battle.

Christian, dressed in his spacesuit and about to enter the hangar, encountered Lisna, who was waiting for him in her mummy-like costume.

"This time it's going to be a repeat of last time!" Lisna said sadly.

"I don't know! But I sincerely hope it isn't," Christian said heavily.

"Don't talk nonsense, you know it'll be like that," Lisna said excitedly.

"But I really hope it isn't," Christian said softly.

"Are you going to be a butcher again?" Lisna asked, her tone extremely serious and leaving no room for evasion.

"If I were to do it myself, I couldn't. Even if it meant court-martial, I couldn't do it," Christian replied honestly.

"If someone else were to do it, would you stop them?" Lisna asked, holding his hand.

"I'm just a soldier," Christian said, avoiding Lisna's gaze.

"Fine! Then I only have one hope: that the Federation will win this time and kill me and all of you," Lisna said resolutely, leaving him behind.

Christian, helmet in hand, went into the hangar, where Hans and Jacobson were already waiting.

"All three Zaku are functioning normally, equipped with 120mm machine guns, two spare magazines, electric axes, and fully fueled. Ready to deploy at any time," Yoko told the three of them.

"Okay, thank you for your preparations. We will definitely protect this ship," said squad leader Jacobson. He then pushed off the floor and floated towards the cockpit on the Zaku's chest.

"Bye-bye!" Hans said, also floating towards the Zaku.

"Miss Yoko, no matter what, I will survive, and I will definitely protect you," Christian said resolutely. He could no longer afford to hesitate. Once in space, it would be a battlefield of life and death. For himself and his comrades to survive, he had to fight.

"Be careful," Yoko said, then, ignoring the gazes of the maintenance crew in the hangar, kissed Christian on the cheek.

"How affectionate, Chief!" This bold action drew cheers and laughter from the soldiers. Seeing Yoko's slightly flushed cheeks and hint of unease, Christian put on his helmet.

Fifteen minutes later, the entire Steiner Squadron of eleven Zaku IIs launched and formed a formation. Meanwhile, the Self-Defense Force's fleet arrived at the location of Sector 5, and the cylindrical colony satellite appeared to be growing larger and larger.

With Reibell's Third Fleet having departed, only the colony satellite's garrison remained. Its combat strength was extremely weak.

Faced with such a powerful Self-Defense Force fleet, the Federation Forces, as planned, sent out a surrender notice. Because their forces were absolutely no match for the Self-Defense Forces, surrendering was preferable to futile resistance and prevent the civilians from being caught in the crossfire. However, repeated communications from the Federation received no response from the Self-Defense Force fleet.

This made them realize one thing: the Self-Defense Forces were not prepared to accept surrender and were planning to annihilate the colony's inhabitants along with the garrison. Faced with such brutal tactics, the Federation forces had no choice but to fight to the death, covering the civilians' escape as much as possible, while hoping that reinforcements from Luna II would arrive in time.

Two thousand garrison fighters actively engaged the approaching Self-Defense Force fleet, while countless civilian ships, fully equipped, began to set sail from the various colony satellites. Even with all available transport ships, compared to the two billion inhabitants, if the Federation were to lose, probably no more than one-tenth would be able to be saved.

"Attack!" Having received the glowing signal, Squadron Leader Steiner signaled for attack, and Jacobsen's squadron followed suit.

A fierce air battle began, with thousands of Zaku aircraft facing off against two thousand fighters.

"Shoot them all down! Don't let the enemy get close to the fleet!" Squadron Leader Steiner issued his final communication as the enemy aircraft drew ever closer.

Meanwhile, Christian's squadron faced the approaching Federation fighter squadron. The opposing force was a mixed force of Swordfish and Thor's fighters, maintaining a disciplined formation until the engagement. The two sides eventually dispersed and engaged in a chaotic melee.

Christian targeted a Swordfish, firing two volleys with his 120mm cannon. Although the Swordfish evaded, one bullet still managed to hit it. A large hole was blasted into the enemy aircraft, but it did not explode and remained airborne.

Just as Christian was about to deliver the final blow to his dying opponent, the Swordfish launched all its missiles. Seeing this, Christian had no choice but to evade immediately.

The Federation fighters did not launch within effective range, so all the heat-guided missiles missed. Having dodged this massive but ineffective attack, Christian intended to retaliate immediately, but another squadron's Zaku got there first. The thieves who attempted to steal Christian's target were met with a counterattack, a ramming tactic.

The pilot of the Federation fighter jet, having exhausted its missiles and severely damaged, did not abandon the aircraft. Instead, he used a ramming tactic, colliding head-on with the rapidly approaching Zaku. Both were simultaneously engulfed in a powerful fireball.

Seeing this, Christian froze, stunned. Looking around at the battle, he realized this was not an isolated incident.

Many of the Federation soldiers were recruits, and faced with the Self-Defense Forces' relentless and brutal offensive, the Federation soldiers, driven to their limits, regardless of their usual laziness, were now fighting back frantically against the Self-Defense Forces. Rather than be trampled like worms by the Self-Defense Forces, it was better to perish together.

Steiner Squadron suffered no losses, although a few Zaku were destroyed in the suicide collisions of the Federation troops. However, after a week of fighting, the Self-Defense Force soldiers gained valuable combat experience; their skills also improved significantly. The Federation soldiers, despite their great determination and unusually high morale, were still easily dealt with.

"A troublesome opponent!" Hans said.

"Christian, Hans, you have to be careful! We'll use squad tactics from now on, three against one, maintaining distance. Shoot them down before they get close," Jacobson said.

"Yes," Christian and Hans responded in unison.

The Federation's fighter fleet was already outnumbered by the Self-Defense Forces, and although they destroyed a few Zaku in the initial engagement, their own losses far exceeded those of the enemy. Facing the remaining few survivors, the Self-Defense Forces mostly employed tactics similar to Jacobson's. Although it took a considerable amount of time, they ultimately defeated the Federation's fighter group with almost no losses.

For Christian, however, this kind of battle was definitely not a pleasant or exciting experience. It was an almost one-sided annihilation of the enemy, a result of overwhelming numerical and qualitative superiority. Even the enemy's federal troops, seeing them fight to the last breath to defend their homeland, felt a mixture of admiration and a sense of despicable folly.

"That's finally settled!" Hans said after shooting down the last enemy plane and searching for a while.

"Looks like it's all over," Jacobson said.

Christian watched the unimaginably overloaded civilian ships desperately fleeing the overwhelming defensive forces, and felt increasingly like a terrifying demon, rather than a soldier protecting his country.

After the battle, Steiner Squadron regrouped. Christian only hoped he wouldn't have to participate in the slaughter indirectly like last time, and could just wait in the rear.

The next order was to strafe the enemy forces on the outer wall of the colony satellite.

"What are the enemy forces on the outer wall?" Christian asked in surprise.

"How should I know?" Jacobson said.

As they approached the colony satellite, they gradually saw flashes of light on its outer wall. Finally, what appeared on the Zaku's control screen was the Federation's garrison wearing spacesuits, transporting self-propelled artillery, rocket launchers, and Type 61 tanks to the outer wall to bombard the Self-Defense Forces.

Christian felt a strange, indescribable feeling seeing this.

Faced with such an enemy, should one admire and respect them, or pity and despise them? It's like challenging a tank with a knife—essentially suicide.

But considering the feelings of the Federation soldiers, Christian could understand a little. Rather than slowly dying inside from poison gas or lack of oxygen, it was better to die spectacularly under enemy fire; if they were lucky, they might even kill one or two Self-Defense Force soldiers.

"Even the weakest enemy is still an enemy. Annihilate the Federation forces on the outer wall!" Captain Steiner ordered the entire company, which was in close formation. Everyone spread out to attack.

A dense barrage of flashes of light appeared on the outer wall of the satellite as Federation tanks and artillery fiercely bombarded the Zaku. Looking at this enemy, who posed virtually no threat whatsoever despite their outward appearance, Christian hesitated whether to obey orders and launch an attack.

But in the end, he decided to pull the trigger, perhaps mercifully delivering the final blow to the dying enemy. Christian maneuvered the Zaku, unleashing a barrage of fire on the tanks, self-propelled guns, anti-aircraft guns, and supply units assembled on the outer wall. The

120mm machine guns flashed incessantly, and the walls struck by the fire produced a series of explosions. Federation tanks, artillery, and soldiers were shattered into pieces under the continuous barrage, or thrown off the outer wall by the force of the explosions.

Each passage brought a series of deaths, especially when bullets landed on the Federation soldiers wielding automatic rifles and spraying bullets at the Zaku. From a distance, they appeared as a group blasted into small white pieces, but hidden within the shattered spacesuits that scattered into space were the soldiers' hands, feet, torsos, and heads.

This suicidal battle only ended when the Federation resistance crumbled. Although some Federation soldiers remained on the outer wall, they were all dead, without a single intact cannon. Continuing to attack them with 120mm machine guns would be a waste of firepower.

"Mission complete. Return to ship for resupply," Captain Steiner fired a glowing flare signaling the order, and then the ship returned to base.

Looking at the human remains and weapon wreckage floating outside the satellite, and thinking of the Federation soldiers who had fought to the very last moment, Christian gripped the control stick tightly.

"This is war, this is war. It's either kill or be killed, and I just happen to be on the killing side..."

So since he could be killed at any moment, there was nothing wrong with killing. Christian kept repeating this to himself, absolutely forbidding himself from thinking about the thoughts of the Federation soldiers before they died and their families. Otherwise, he couldn't continue fighting.

During the return to the ship for resupply, Christian didn't leave the cockpit. He didn't want to see any humans now; he could only think about the fighter jets, tanks, and artillery he had destroyed. As for what was inside, they absolutely refused to think about it.

Hans and Jacobson remained silent. Hans, new to the battlefield, and Jacobson, who had perhaps never actually seen combat before, probably hadn't imagined war would be like this!

To the Self-Defense Forces' leadership, it was merely a number of enemy enemies successfully eliminated; to the Self-Defense Forces' civilians, it was an exhilarating victory, feeling like an unreal game. But to these frontline soldiers, they were merely killing machines under the government's control, having just slaughtered hundreds upon hundreds of their own kind—not out of hatred or personal grudges, but because the government deemed it necessary.

Being treated as a machine, and a killing machine at that, not allowed to have its own thoughts, no one could be in a good mood. If the opponent is someone who can threaten their survival, someone with whom they fight to the death, that's fine. Even if they die, it's better than killing a large number of humans like crushing ants.

After resupplying, they set off again to form a new fleet and continue their vigilance. ************************ January 15, 20079, 22:14 "Federal fleet detected. All units raised to Level 1 combat readiness."

"They're here?" Jacobson asked excitedly upon hearing the announcement.

"Watch me perform this time!" Hans said excitedly.

"Come on!" Christian murmured to himself. He felt waves of excitement and anticipation, without a trace of fear or dread.

For the officers and soldiers of the Self-Defense Force, being able to fight against an enemy equal to or even stronger than themselves was actually an exciting and joyful thing. This time, they wouldn't be one-sided killers, but rather engaging in a fair and equal life-or-death struggle against an enemy powerful enough to take their lives.

"Too late?" The Federation's renowned Admiral Reiber, leading three fleets back to the Fifth District at maximum altitude, uttered these three words with a heavy heart upon seeing the utter destruction and the brutal slaughter of the residents he had protected for so many years.

Stewart, as one of the crew members of the 450 large ships that had never appeared since the start of the war, replied, "Too late again?" The devastation of Sector Five

was visible to all Federation personnel via the escaping civilian ships and reconnaissance vessels. Just as Private Christian had suspected, the Self-Defense Forces had again used nerve gas on the few undamaged colony satellites. The massacre of

the vast majority of the two billion people in Sector Five further fueled the righteous indignation of the Federation's space forces, primarily composed of colonists. Any lingering sympathy or support for independence vanished; everyone was united in their determination to annihilate these demons.

"Those scum of the Self-Defense Forces!" Squadron Leader Gibbs shouted angrily in the pilot briefing room.

The intelligence on the capabilities of the Self-Defense Force's Zaku, Kadoru fighters, and ships has already been briefed. Their tactics have also been repeatedly rehearsed.

Although this fleet is primarily composed of recruits who haven't participated in a week of combat, since they still harbor some fear, their intense desire for revenge, after witnessing the Self-Defense Force's brutality once again, has overshadowed their fear.

"This time we're going to retaliate against those Self-Defense Force bastards and blow their eggs to smithereens!" Mirei slammed his fist on the table with fury, shattering it. The tragedy in Sector One had left him with lifelong regret; now was the time for revenge.

"That's right! Take them down!" The officers and soldiers' impassioned vows echoed in the briefing room, their morale and fighting spirit soaring.

"All fighter pilots, assemble in the hangar immediately. All aircraft will launch in five minutes." The announcement came over the bridge.

"Alright! Everyone, you heard the order! Move out immediately," Gibbs said to his men.

A dozen soldiers grabbed their helmets and rushed towards the hangar.

The experience of a week of battle had proven that under conditions where Mie particles interfered with radar and communications, the hit rate of naval gun attacks was extremely low; the outcome of the battle would be decided by fighter jets and Zaku.

Therefore, following Admiral Reibell's orders, the Federation forces formed three spherical arrays, the most defensive against air attacks. The three fleets maintained a certain distance as they attacked the Self-Defense Forces.

Because the Self-Defense Forces were installing nuclear fusion propulsion engines on the colony satellites, the fleets could not move freely. This gave the Federation forces an opportunity to close in to near-zero distance and fire. With optical aiming, a single shot would be enough to secure a kill. The Federation forces, possessing numerical superiority, could then annihilate the Self-Defense Force fleet in a war of attrition. Without ships to refuel and resupply the Zaku, the sheer number of Zaku would naturally lead to their self-destruction.

Therefore, aside from leaving 10% of the fighters to escort the fleet, the remaining forces were committed to the anti-ship attack.

"Gentlemen! I look forward to your valiant efforts!" With Admiral Reibell's brief command, a massive formation of nearly ten thousand Federation fighters, unprecedented since the start of the war, attacked the Self-Defense Force.

The Battle of Loom had officially begun.

Before it even began, Stewart had reached the same conclusion as Fleet Commander Reibell. He instructed the squadron leaders of his four squadrons to focus their attacks on the Self-Defense Force's warships and avoid direct confrontation with the Zaku if possible. Once the warships were destroyed, the Self-Defense Force would have to abandon any Zaku it couldn't accommodate. There was no need for a life-or-death struggle with the Zaku.

Gibbs, Hales, Perry, and Milley, who had just been promoted to squadron leader, each led their squadrons toward the Self-Defense Force's fleet.

On the Self-Defense Force's side, Admiral Delz decided to guard the nuclear fusion propulsion engines until they were successfully installed. His initial orders were primarily defensive, and this fell to the lower-ranking soldiers. Jacobson's squadron was ordered to focus entirely on anti-aircraft operations to prevent any Federation invasion.

A wall of light, composed of Zaku, appeared in front of the more than two hundred fighter jets belonging to the Stewart Squadron.

Milley contacted the other three squadron commanders with a signal flare, deciding that his squadron and Gibbs's squadron would engage the enemy, while Hales and Perry would break through the Self-Defense Force's defenses to launch an anti-ship attack.

Blocking their path was nearly a squadron's worth of Zaku.

"Die! Self-Defense Force bastards!" Milley led the first attack, while many Federation pilots launched missiles before reaching effective range. Nearly two hundred missiles rained down on the Self-Defense Force's Zaku, igniting a chaotic battle.

"I'll absolutely not let you get away with this today!" Gibbs, in the pilot's seat, let out a maniacal laugh, his voice filled with resentment.

Although the Federation launched the first attack, the rookies were still rookies; they hadn't timed their attack well and hadn't caused any damage. However, the Zaku, busy dodging, managed to allow Hales and Perricone's squadron to pass through successfully.

Mirei himself had three directly subordinate fighters, and in fact, it would have been more convenient for him to go it alone. However, abandoning them would mean automatically losing a member of his four-unit squadron. Therefore, he had no choice but to coordinate with them.

Choosing a Zaku with the most evasive maneuvers, seemingly that of a novice, Milley used his comrades' attacks from the front as cover to approach from the rear, rewarding the enemy with two missiles and setting a new record for the day. On the battlefield, the Zaku's machine guns flashed incessantly, and fighter missiles pierced the dark universe.

Christian's squadron, responsible for close-range anti-aircraft combat at the last line of defense, while unable to hunt freely like the others, could utilize the anti-aircraft guns of their own ships and their less-than-reliable anti-aircraft missiles for cover. The squadron consisted of sixty Zakus, protecting eight Mse-class ships, including their flagships, the Babenhausen, Grisbach, Degendorf, and Starlight.

"They're here!" Seeing the approaching, menacing cluster of Federation fighters, their images growing larger, Christian felt not fear, but excitement. A yearning for a real battle that could wash away his past humiliations.

Was it fate playing tricks, or a coincidence in the formation of both sides? The Federation forces attacking Christian and his men included the Hasser and Perry battalions.

One battalion followed another, the densely packed Federation forces resembling an endless river of light surging towards them.

"Charge! Christian, Hans, watch out! Survival first!" Jacobson ordered, and the three broke formation to meet the river of light.

Christian was the first to fire, aiming at the enemy vanguard.

"Fool, that far! Don't waste bullets." Jacobson was thinking to himself how he was still acting like a novice, but after spotting the target fighter dodging amidst the flashes of gunfire, he was hit squarely by a bullet, adding another crash to Christian's record.

"Just a lucky break, hit it, looks like I'm on a roll today." Jacobson laughed with Hans, unaware that Christian wasn't entirely relying on luck; it was more of an intuition! He just felt the enemy would hide in that direction, so he opened fire. Could this be the power of a new human?

This thought crossed Christian's mind, but he immediately shook his head and dismissed it. He was just an ordinary person; how could he possess such power?

Looking at the overall battle situation, as the two sides closed in, the inaccurate Migaron cannons gradually became a threat. This was particularly disadvantageous for the Self-Defense Forces, whose numbers were only a third of the enemy's. More importantly, to protect the nuclear fusion propulsion engines, the ships couldn't maintain relative speed to increase the distance from the Federation forces.

On the other hand, the Zaku were primarily forced to be used for air defense, allowing the Federation to unleash their air force on a fierce self-defense attack, while their own fleet remained relatively safe.

"This kid's getting crazier and crazier!" Jacobson commented on Christian, who was wielding an electric axe in one hand and firing a gun wildly in the other. This kind of aggressive killing was truly abnormal. Although there were so many enemies that a hot axe could easily cut one down, if used improperly and resulted in a collision, even a Zaku would be doomed.

"Not even ten minutes have passed, and I've already emptied a magazine," Hans said, watching the swarm of enemy planes firing overhead.

"Just see how it goes, Hans," Jacobson said, shooting down another enemy plane. He and Hans provided cover for each other as they faced the chaotic battlefield. Meanwhile, Christian was hunting frantically alone on the outskirts of Babenhausen.

They had faced many enemies before, but never so many as today. It was impossible to concentrate on locking onto a single enemy. Just as the muzzle was aimed at one enemy aircraft, it would fly out of sight, and another enemy would appear.

Although they were surrounded by Zaku machine gun bullets and Federation fighter missiles, nine out of ten were fired randomly without any aiming. As long as the aircraft didn't slow down and they didn't unfortunately run into stray bullets, it wasn't too dangerous to continue firing.

However, Jacobson wouldn't dare say he was safe; Hans was in danger of being killed at any moment.

The Zaku, with its arms and the ability to rotate, had a significant advantage in firing angles, especially in this chaotic battle. Meanwhile, the Federation's Milley specialized in ambushing Zaku from behind, targeting the thrusters on their backs or their heads. When the Zaku was focused on attacking others or distracted by his subordinates, Milley would deliver a fatal blow from behind.

He single-handedly shot down two Zakus, not counting those he assisted in shooting down. However, one of his three subordinates perished in the battle. Therefore, he simply had the remaining two form a squadron to fight independently, while he continued his solo hunt.

In this chaotic battle, not only was system command impossible, but even giving orders to subordinates was out of the question; the entire operation was in a state of utter chaos, unable to provide any real command, and could only wait for the fleet to signal for retreat.

"Heh heh, this time I'm going to avenge them." Milley navigated the chaotic battle alone, locking his sights on the attacking ships of Hales and Perry. Shooting down a Zaku and killing one person was less effective than shooting down a warship and killing hundreds.

Hales and Perry were besieging Christian's squadron, while eight Musei-class battleships formed a spherical anti-aircraft formation. Besides the two attacking Federation fighter squadrons and the defending Zaku squadron, numerous enemy and friendly forces crowded into the battle zone.

Milley had chosen the two-man squadron from Steiner's squadron, now reduced to Sher and Klassen after Conrad's death.

Milley calmly awaited his opportunity, and when a Federation fighter attacked them, he followed closely behind. He used his own men to shield him from bullets.

Machine gun bullets flew all around, and the fighter he was using was hit twice by Sher. Seeing this opportunity, Milley immediately darted out from the side. As he had predicted, Sher had relaxed his aim after successfully taking down the enemy and stopped firing to search for new targets.

Milley used the energy spheres formed by the explosions of his destroyed comrades as cover, accelerating his advance.

"Die!"

Two heat-seeking missiles were launched, and the Swordfish fighter's 40mm cannons spat fire.

A series of hits made it impossible for Sher to fire, and several thinner parts of the Zaku were damaged. The last two missiles hit their mark. In the powerful explosion, his right arm, along with the machine gun, was blasted off, and his chest armor was also blown away.

However, Zaku's heavy armor still saved Ciel's life. Although even the cockpit was cracked and the shockwave from the explosion nearly knocked him unconscious, he was still alive.

"Go report to hell!"

"Aaaaaah..."

Amidst Ciel's screams, the 40mm machine gun accurately struck Ciel in the Zaku's chest.

In the orange-yellow explosion, Ciel's body was blown to pieces, with only his head and left lower leg remaining intact as they were ejected into space by the shockwave.

Having successfully taken down one, Milley then turned his attention to Klassen.

Killing, especially of enemies he loathed, gave him an overwhelming sense of pleasure. The mournful cries of his fallen comrades seemed to echo in his ears, a thrill comparable to the moans of a woman in love.

Although there was no time to re-engage with missiles, Milley still fired his 40mm cannon at Clason, who was providing cover for Sher.

Clason, realizing his squad leader Sher had been shot down, was hit by the gunfire the moment he turned his machine around!

"Whoosh! Help!" Clason screamed in terror amidst the series of shocks to his machine.

In a burst of fire, the 40mm cannon exploded on the Zaku. Unfortunately, it failed to penetrate the Zaku's thick armor, leaving only dents and severing its throat at the waist.

"Hoo!" Mirei shook off Klassen and blended into the chaotic air formation, waiting for another opportunity.

Klassen, alone, was undoubtedly his best prey.

"Squad Leader Sher..."

Facing the chaotic battle, the fear of death gripped Klassen's mind. Two comrades who had shared life and death for so long had died one after the other at the hands of the enemy. Would it be her turn next?

Losing her composure, Klassen tried to avoid the enemy as much as possible. As soon as she spotted an enemy plane approaching, she preemptively fired, trying to drive it towards the others.

"Haa...haa...haa..."

Klassen pressed down on the visor of her helmet, as the cold sweat pouring down her face was obstructing her vision.

Once Mire had his eye on his prey, he naturally wouldn't allow her to escape easily. However, he certainly wouldn't charge head-on, risking being mowed down. He carefully approached Klassen from above, near her rear.

"Another one."

Two heat-seeking missiles were launched, fueled by his rising fighting spirit. "

Watch out, get out of the way!" These words suddenly flashed through Klassen's mind, causing her, like a startled bird, to quickly dodge.

"Are you kidding me?"

The enemy, seemingly doomed, suddenly swerved away. A burst of machine gun fire swept past, and, incredibly, managed to shoot down one of the missiles as well.

Christian, wielding a gun in one hand and an axe in the other, was rapidly approaching to Klassen's rescue.

"Damn it."

Milley used his spiral flight technique to escape Christian's hail of bullets. He was extremely annoyed at being the prey instead of the hunter.

"So accurate!"

Christian's bullets passed Milley's fuselage several times with near misses. This fierce attack made Milley abandon the idea of continuing the fight; if he missed, he'd escape as far as possible. It was better to hunt a few rookies than to clash with a master.

Christian, whose strafe shots had missed several times in a row, watched in astonishment as his opponent gradually disappeared into the distance.

"There are some good guys in the Federation! If he's a mobile fighter too."

The opponent's strange flight style brought Christian's feverish mind to a boil. The frenzied attack ceased.

"Are you alright?"

"Ugh... Squad Leader Shel... he..."

"How about you be my wingman for now? It's safer with two people. I don't want our little red brigade to be slaughtered by the Federation."

"What! You saved someone once, why are you so smug? My rank is even higher than yours!"

Klassen finally shook off his fear and started to act tough.

Although the Zaku's ability to fight in close combat was far superior to the Federation's fighter jets, there were simply too many of them. Many times, the two sides closed in until the Zaku could destroy the fighter jets with a single shot, and the fighter jets, once they launched missiles, didn't even have time to escape before directly hitting the Zaku. If the higher-ups don't change this situation, the relatively small number of self-defense forces might be wiped out in this disguised war of attrition.

Gibbs, who was responsible for creating a breakthrough for his comrades, eventually joined the anti-ship attack. Sinking an enemy ship would be a huge win, much better than fighting a Zaku head-on.

"Okay, just a little bit more..." As he locked the missile onto the enemy bridge, anti-aircraft guns were already flashing

all around. "Whoosh..." The fuselage suddenly jolted up, and Gibbs was thrown forward. If it weren't for his seatbelt, he would have crashed into the cockpit canopy.

"Is this the end?" Gibbs said resentfully, realizing that a Zaku was chasing after him. He wasn't done yet; he'd only shot down one Zaku so far, and that was with his subordinates.

Just when he thought his death was near, the Zaku behind him exploded.

"Is that the captain? Don't let this opportunity slip by." After the Zaku exploded, a friendly fighter appeared.

"Mire?"

Gibbs opened his cluttered communicator screen; Milley's face was full of smugness.

"You're a captain now too!"

"Let's win this prize together!"

Apart from keeping two missiles for self-defense if necessary, the two of them fired all their missiles at the enemy ship.

The massive warship tried to evade and launch heat decoys. However, the two fighter jets combined still managed to hit the ship six or seven times, blowing off the entire stern and damaging the bridge and second turret. After they passed by, the escort fleet made the decision to abandon ship within a minute, and lifeboats scrambled away from the heavily damaged, immobile, and sinking vessel.

"We didn't wipe out the entire ship, but we must have killed at least a hundred or two!"

Milley and Gibbs made their way back to the ship for resupply through the chaotic battlefield.

"We did it! We did it!"

Gibbs clenched his fists excitedly, tears welling in his eyes inside his helmet. After losing his family and men, and suffering repeated defeats, he had finally avenged his loss. He made a vow in his heart that this time it was just one ship, but next time he would annihilate the Self-Defense Forces.

"Avoid those jaku and go back to the ship for resupply! We've run out of missiles."

"Um... okay... then!"

Milley understood why Gibbs' voice choked with emotion. Thinking of the lovers and friends taken from the Self-Defense Forces, only the blood of the Self-Defense Forces could wash away the hatred in their hearts.

This chaotic battle, detrimental to the Self-Defense Forces, was averted under Commander Delz's orders, with the Self-Defense Forces automatically retreating and most Federation fighters running out of missiles and needing to return to their ships for resupply. The cost was the destruction of the nuclear fusion propulsion engines by the Federation.

The blinding light illuminating the entire battlefield signaled the failure of Operation Britain, another colony satellite crash operation. Although over two billion lives were lost in the colonies, hundreds of millions were saved on Earth.

"Aerem is safe now,"

Christian thought, clenching his fist in excitement, silently thanking Commander Delz and the Federation for their correct decision. Now he could fight with all his might, free from the torment of his conscience.

"Federal Army, let's settle this fairly this time!"

He then transferred the call to Klassen.

"How's it going? Aside from some sporadic fighting, everything's over around here. Let's go find Captain Steiner!"

"I never thought it would be Squad Leader Sher's turn after Conrad."

Klassen's voice was resentful and helpless, lacking her usual heroic spirit that rivaled any man's.

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