Gundam Fire Still

"Hey, tell them to stop pointing their daisies at us all the time!" The spotter guarding the optical telescope at the bow complained over the channel.

"Two ships in the rear of the enemy formation are accelerating." The radar officer reported back

"Ignore them for now, lock on to the head hitting Nazca, fire all torpedoes in unison, then follow the intended firing plan, Gunnery Chief."

The gunnery chief snapped back, then turned back to the lower targeting screen in the next second "Make the first round of flush fire when the torpedoes are in the best range of the opposing CIWS, yes? Understood."

It was in that turn of face for a split second that Winst accurately identified the gunnery chief's look of don't take my lollipop and swallowed what he had intended to say.

The NASCAR that was set in the center of the scope was making a clumsy turn, so clumsy it made him want to laugh that any random bad gunner could aim at such a target, like the one in the World Tree... Union Army as well, and the smile that crept onto his lips slowly turned into some sort of reminiscence. He was part of the rear guard fleet when the world tree was abandoned and the Union fleet was in disarray from neutron interference, and gunner by birth, he watched sadly as the ships struggled to pour meaningless anti-ship armor-piercing rounds at the assaulting MS, just to disrupt their formation and allow the friendly forces that were clumsily steering towards them a little more time to retreat. Later, he was transferred to the Teaching Fleet, and as a result, the recruits he was teaching were good, but full of names like Daisy or Women's Clothing that made the brass start to worry about their orientation, so Winster was kicked out of the Teaching Fleet early by his superiors and rushed to the Breaking Fleet. The Breaking Fleet had a good track record, but with the end of the Nova campaign, the temporary Breaking Fleet was withdrawn, so he was driven here again.

"If the first round of flush fire doesn't hit, make the gunnery chief wear a woman's suit, yo!" There was a lot of laughter in the CIC.

It didn't look like his bridge members were getting any better at all.

A few seconds after the three Zaft ships in the lead began to slowly turn and attempt to point their main guns towards the incoming side of the Union, it seems that the Zaft captains finally remembered that their ships had an anti-ship weapon on board in addition to their main guns, and four of them of unknown type - as Zaft's The captains really used them sparingly - the heavy anti-ship missiles were spat out of a launch tube located under the bow of the Nazca class, while at the same time, the Loraxia class fired several groups of lighter anti-ship missiles out of a vertical launch tube, which, along with the ones from the Combined Forces' The same class wipes the floor. Like all similar weapons, they require slow acceleration, steering when necessary according to the data set at launch, and turning on radar that's been suppressed by neutron jamming for most of its effectiveness to try to spot the target, and if they don't, they fly down in a straight line like a straight torpedo. For all its drawbacks, one thing was hard to deny, no one wanted to take a one-and-a-half-ton high-explosive warhead.

"Burg, meet the target!" The male in the captain's chair, biting on an unlit cigarette, instructed steadily towards the terminal at hand.

It didn't need to be said a second time, the experimental shipboard AI aboard the Nuremberg immediately activated the bomb-and-gun CIWS system equipped on the port side, which replaced the old 75mm Gatling cannon, which had become slightly tired, with an experimental Gatling laser, and integrated a fairly mature RAM missile launcher, in case anything went wrong with that less mature laser.

A well-focused laser beam couldn't be seen in clean space, but the continuous fireballs exploding in space ahead meant the mission had been accomplished. The Nuremberg's gunnery chief was also getting buried in his sights, though the Nuremberg's captain, Toby. Kravok, the programmer (read geek) born captain was more interested in tossing around the new ship's AI, but as an old guy who had been firing guns for a long time, he preferred to personally set the enemy in his sights-... -At least he had to make sure the AI wasn't aiming off target.

"Lt. Hartman's MA squad has struck," CIC reported.

"What? Is it too early?" Toby frowned.

"It was the ship's AI that determined the permission to strike."

"Well, it looks like you need a little tweaking back there." The captain's uncle said, turning his face and patting the terminal panel in front of him.

Unlike the two old fogies, the remaining ships of the New Technology Verification Fleet had all been more or less modified to include new equipment, such as the AI system on the Nuremberg, and the new magnetic rail main cannon and electromagnetic gatling for close defense on the No Regrets and Counterattack, which were dubbed as new toys by the Cosmic Army, were looking forward to finding their existential value from the enemy ship right in the middle of the scope.

------ This is the line of separation in spatial position ------.

The minds of the Eighth Fleet were just beginning to realize what had happened when the incoming fleet began raining missiles and magnetic rail shells down on Zaft's ships. With the battlefield at a stalemate - in fact, the Combine's defenses were falling apart - Halbarton's nerves were at their tightest, and the news from the Archangel that it was attacking MS added another layer of invisible mental pressure - the --if the final G was dropped.... And so, as the ramped-up fleet appeared menacingly on the battlefield situational map before being judged, the old Commodore stood up sharply from his seat and then sat back down, and a heavy atmosphere enveloped the bridge.

As the 3D battlefield posture on the screen was updated once more, that new fleet that had emerged had been marked in friendly green, and their movement was pointed at the Zaft fleet. Halbarton only began to slowly look up, "That?"

"IFF shows it's friendly, the circumstances are still unclear as the jamming is too severe."

"Let's hold formation for now, is the Archangel still okay?"

At this point, the Archangel remained unfired, with only the two MS and one MA that had attacked, belatedly stepping into a battlefield where the situation was beginning to change.

-------- Here is the author's dividing line --------.

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25. low orbit - the struggle of mobile weapons

The lockdown alarm in Mobius' cabin had been going off, the pilot activating and firing the thermal fire disruptors on his tail as he desperately made various maneuvers - the pilot, who belonged to the Eighth Fleet, had gotten so caught up in a considerable amount of panic that he had forgotten the simple fact that Ginn, who was biting his tail, was not armed with an infrared guided weapon.

"Captain... . or any random person... What should I do?"

"That 250m class above you on the right, close in on its anti-aircraft ring," a voice replied over the joint channel, "Don't be afraid of friendly fire."

Behind the MA that arced out, followed by the Ginn turned an angle, then a beam of light burst through into a cloud of flame, and the rapid lockdown alarm in the MA's cabin came to an abrupt end.

Carl turned his sights and began searching for his next target. He didn't turn on Ginn's fire control radar, but simply used the basic search mode to get information about the surrounding battlefield. The blue and white painted gun-bearing giant was leaning against a piece of floating wreckage, even with the presence of neutron interference, there were still countless radar waves on the battlefield scanning or locking, not turning on the fire control radar can greatly reduce their presence, the threat determination in the MS cabin always put the locking fire control radar at the forefront, and in the box formation filled with the battleship's melee cannons, a radar scan would immediately overwhelm! With numerous secondary scan signals, it was sufficient for him to rely on OS plus and hand manipulation to complete the firing action once the target was in sight.

In the distance, the two MAs were engaged in a typical scissor flight, attempting to get Ginn, who was tailing one of them, into the firing line of his teammates by alternately swiping over the nose of the other plane. This tactic was not too successful, however, as the Möbius forward-firing 75mm linear cannon, while sufficient to penetrate Ginn's armor, had too small a field of fire, even if the target was already within the nose radar lock, before the linear cannon, which turned at a very small angle, could be turned into the proper position, and Ginn would only need to expend a little fuel and perform a turn in place to disrupt the MA's aim and force the MAs that had not yet reached an angle at which they could fire steered back. When both MAs had to nose tail towards Ginn, the latter was enough to occupy a comfortable firing angle no matter which target it picked.

But that only worked against two opponents, the line of fire from a third direction surprised the adjuster in the cockpit, it forced Ginn to abandon his pursuit of the MA and turn in the direction the line of fire was coming from, Zaft's pilots were always the first to think of a counterattack, they could nimbly turn the 76mm assault rifle in any direction with the adjuster's excellent reflexes and the excellent feedback system of the MS itself, but this time it wasn't an MA he had imagined in the center of the scope after the turn, it was just a small barrel.

In a moment of hesitation, the 75mm high velocity armor-piercing round from the Möbius 0 ran through the torso of Ginn, who had just finished turning in place, from behind. To the seasoned cosmic warfare pilot, this action of merely turning in place without altering the original speed was tantamount to mere static, and a wire cannon that relied on wire control without generating any radar scan signal was no different than invisibility on a battlefield that was constantly filled with debris and shells flying by, with each pilot focusing more on lock-on alarms and radar threat alerts and little attention paid to the occasional illuminated The proximity warning or the unidentified object flying across the corner of the screen; that's why floating guns are such a feared killer on the UC battlefield, and the same rules obviously apply here.

But as Mu said before he attacked, a single MA is hardly going to make much difference to the big picture, and in a contest of shells, armor, and nozzles, it's those X-series that will undoubtedly have the upper hand.

The Shield and Duel planes at the front of Zaft's assault arrow quickly noticed something slightly odd about the situation, although the number of frontal MAs had become small, but the remaining remnants had suddenly become cunning and nasty, no longer using dense formations or rigid two-machine formations that allowed them to use heavy artillery or beam rifles to fire rapidly to collect head. The MA's ducking in the area of the melee gun were starting to give them trouble - but only trouble; but the losses that were beginning to occur to the Ginn squad that accompanied the onslaught had caught the attention of the blue-haired teenager in the cockpit of the Sacred Shield - who could be the captain, after all. The person conducting proper battle command was a bit more advanced than the white haired one who only knew how to curse on the public channel. Beginning to pay attention to the tactical panel with the surrounding friendly positions and beginning to watch the battle around him Aslan quickly found what he was looking for, a Ginn nimbly sprayed left and right, dodging two beams, then set up his machine gun, but was cut down by the beam saber that burst in front of him before pulling the trigger, the blue, white and red airframe flying through the blast of fire with ease.

It was him, yes, Aslan recognized the airframe immediately, yes, this fleet was here for this airframe, there was no reason why he wasn't here; without any hesitation he alerted the friendly forces around him on his data link, he remembered well their last conversation on the battlefield, and likewise what he and Captain Kruse had once said, "Till then ...I'll fire." , cold desperation slowly flowing into his veins, already, no chance; raising the gun, aiming, holstering the familiar silhouette of the machine already imprinted deep in his brain in the center of the locking aperture.

But a new alarm sounded from the side, followed by a beam of light that grazed the emergency evasive fuselage and swept past the front of the cockpit, and Aslan stepped on the pedal, wrenching the joystick fluidly to steer the aircraft in a new direction, watching the red, white, and blue fuselage disappear from the scope, but he felt a relief like a stone dropped from his heart, and though Itzhak had let out a half-cursing, half-excited roar on the public channel, maneuvering the duel to drop the MA in front of him and steering violently towards the raid straight ahead, it seemed that subconsciously he had breathed a sigh of relief that the old friend wouldn't simply die that way.

The blue-and-white Ginn was making irregular creases in space, and the smooth movement of the friendly Ginn he usually saw could be seen to be markedly different, which seemed to confirm what Captain Kreuzer had mentioned, that the Ginn, piloted by a natural, was using some sort of program to assist in the maneuver; but even knowing that didn't help him crash his opponent with ease, and the tentative hitting of the Several of the beams were successfully evaded by the opponent, and he was well aware that the opponent's Ginn was also holding a beam rifle strong enough to penetrate his own PS armor, the aggressive tactics used to deal with MAs that were largely immune to attack were ineffective against this guy, so let's use the propulsion advantage to crush the opponent, Aslan pulled the handle of the morphing device, and the red MA holy shield dragged the shining The jet tail flames leaped out.

Once the two killing X-series had been slowed down, the pressure on the remaining Eighth Fleet MAs eased, the data chain from the fleet's radar system was still in effect inside the box formation, and the formality had been quietly reversed on the constantly refreshed situational chart.The MS group Zaft had broken into the Eighth Fleet air defense ring had been split into two; the arrow that had raided deeper had been followed by the two G's as they were slowed down. ; while the MS that didn't go too deep began to turn around hastily, going forward to support their motherships that had no MS cover, but were directly exposed to coalition warships and MA fire.

"Where's that fleet coming from?" Someone asked over the joint's channel.

"Unknown, those friendly forces are still out of our contact range because of neutron interference."

"At least they're using the new machines." Another voice replied, not without envy.

"Did you guys hear that? The funds we used for the changeover were used to make those guys." Some guy who sounded well-informed said this, and there was no mistaking what the guy was referring to when he said those guys.

"Don't discuss this on the tactical channel." Some presumably impatient controller interjected coldly, bringing a temporary silence to the comm channel.

But apparently the MA pilots had easy access to cannonballs and missiles to make their opinions known, and the MAs milling around the ship were hitting on the somewhat unmotivated Ginn, as well as the Gundam that had gotten caught up in the entanglement. After the World Tree took a big hit from the neutron jamming, the combined MAs ditched the active or semi-active radar-guided missiles in favor of the infrared-guided missiles that had originally seemed a bit dated, the old missiles that lacked enemy identification had the distinct advantage of having guide heads that could grab targets without the enemy noticing, knowing that in cosmic warfare, all those who wanted to change their movement state Objects must all rely on spewing out blazing workmanship to change their speed or direction. For example, the red triple-speed Holy Shield's tailspout was a very obvious target.

The tactics taken by the Holy Shield were simple and effective, and Karl knew full well that his Ginn couldn't go toe-to-toe with an MA for acceleration, and that an X-series morphing into an MA would be a much more troublesome opponent. If he turned around to search for his next target, the Shield would have a good chance to sneak by with its better enemy detection system and the pilot's reflexes; if he continued to monitor the Shield's direction, he would only be able to send it away with a few easily dodged beams or live rounds until it disappeared from his view with the wreckage. -- and then pop up again at some point and repeat the previous steps.

This wasn't the first time he'd been in a situation where he'd been dangled by an opponent with superior airframe performance, but fortunately this wasn't a one-on-one fight where the contest would be about something other than performance and piloting skills, and the regrouped United MA was happy to work with this friendly force that had just helped them out, and those Möbius that had posed little threat to the Holy Shield were now enough to change the situation.

From the auxiliary camera view from the tail, Aslan could clearly see that he was catching up to a few of the United MA Mobius behind his own hull, their 30mm machine gun rounds were skimming around the hull, and there were a few missiles closer to the chase; the beam-armed Ginn was not slow to follow the MA group. Despite the protection of the PS armor, Aslan wasn't about to let the hull take a few missiles, then the energy he was saving to use the complex phase energy cannon would run out quickly. The holy shield quickly morphed and turned, but just as promised the MAs whirled and scattered, if it had been a few minutes ago he would have turned just a small half turn and it would have been enough to turn those pesky flies into knockout numbers, but now he needed to deal with the few missiles that came his way first, the head machine gun plus a burst of beam rifle fire in his hands soon made a series of brilliant explosions in front of the airframe, but in the smoke and dust Greeted by the line of fire drawn by the tracer rounds of the 75mm heavy machine gun and the green particle beams interspersed with them, the blue and white Ginn held the gun in both hands as he advanced, alternately splashing forward with a barrage of bullets.

Karl didn't skimp on his airframe's energy reserves, the battery pack this Ginn had updated was the same model as the X-series, and this one didn't have any power-hungry hogs like PS armor or high-energy beam cannons, the 57mm beam rifle had been switched to high speed firing mode, and the red silhouette in the scope was still nimbly dodging through the rain of bullets and occasionally returning with a particle beam of the same model. It was obvious that the other party was by no means a mediocre fighter even among the adjusters, so it was easy to judge his next move.

Quick fight, Aslan was well aware of this, any further delay was bound to be to his disadvantage, the constant jet maneuvers, along with the solid bullets that grazed the PS armor from time to time had the body's energy in the danger zone, the opponent's moderate fire wasn't too hard to avoid, and the dual-wielded firing weapons would also make the opponent less responsive in melee. Another particle beam was fired in its face, and the shield flashed sideways, then stepped on the pedal, the airframe stowed its beam rifle as it surged forward, the beam sabers on its wrists and ankles already activated, and the solid high explosive rounds burst through the airframe, the clanking sound from the armor-piercing rounds that hit the airframe all carrying into the cockpit.

The Holy Shield went straight up towards the line of fire of 75mm live ammunition without flinching, the distance was instantly brought to melee distance, the right wrist lightsaber of the Holy Shield swung past, and in the middle of the screen, the machine gun that had been spewing ammunition had been reduced to two halves, then the left wrist lightsaber followed, from the fire of the machine gun explosion, but another lightsaber peeked out to block it, constraining the magnetic field of the phantom particles to cast out in the universe because of the Sparks caused by the discharge of electricity, followed by the forward impact of the leg's light blade, but Ginn activated the jets on the front of the machine and dodged them.

Suddenly, a different light appeared on the side screen.

"A retreat signal?" Aslan stared.

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26. Low orbit - anti-ship warfare

Undoubtedly, the flare representing the retreat blasted violently across the battlefield, causing the movements of the Zaft bodies, still inside the Eighth Fleet formation, to seemingly stall for an instant.

Time needs to be switched to a few minutes ago, on another battlefield.