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The smoking hot coffee was slowly cooling in the night breeze, but unfortunately its owner had no intention of drinking it for the time being; the adjuster, who was already considered middle-aged, was well aware that it was just an old rumor to think that meteors were bad omens, but those that had just crossed were bringing tangible doom. The outposts in the Gaza Strip had been visible since a few days ago, and it was clear that the coalition forces across the border were unabashedly making some sort of preparations, and it was now clear that they were almost ready.

"Report: the expected landing site has been calculated, and MS teams and ships are standing by."

"Very well," Antliu .

Baltfelut, Cairo's Zaft commander, drained the coffee, which had been just lukewarm, in one gulp, and muttered quietly, "Well, that's a good recipe this time," "Let's go find out what they've got in the airborne squad, but don't let them get the better of us!"

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1. advent

"Heat sink gel status normal."

"Temperature of cumulative armor plate OK."

"Ground angle, within predetermined range."

"Attention, through the black zone."

"Radar systems, normal; neutron interference level, moderate."

"Distance to ground, 50Km,.... .45Km, ...."

What was seen within the fire meteor on the ground was not debris from orbital fallout, or some astronaut, but a reentry that was actually maneuvered by humans, and if one could see through the blazing fireball on the surface, one could easily see the huge white hull of the ship, and the blue United Earth Force logo on the pendant tail.

Marius. Lamias, the Major, a former technical officer, yet still sat in the captain's chair she had begun to grow familiar with, gripping the armrests as usual and looking somewhat apprehensively at the screen in front of her. It was all due to coincidences, all sorts of coincidences, and if the original Archangel had not been a technical verification ship, there was no way a technical officer could have been that far forward in the command sequence. If it had been on a ship, it could have even been an MS pilot who took over command instead of someone who designed battery packs and energy lines like her, but when the war had come to this tech proof ship, she had no choice and unconsciously seemed to have started to get used to the perspective of the place. It had been thought that once back on the moon's surface, someone more suited to the position would take her place, but it was as if the hurried Cosmic Command hadn't noticed her original position - or was it that they were still severely short-staffed The reason? , who would be promoted by one level, she officially remained as the captain of the Archangel with a clear command sequence.

"Attention, this ship is about to ground, all, anti-shock preparations."

"Reverse jet countdown, 5,4,3,2,1."

"JET!"

A curtain of sand stirred up by the powerful propellant nearly concealed the slowly falling hull, while on the bridge, reports of all things normal came from all sectors.

"Visual range, radar range, no enemy shadow."

"Good, send laser signal, landing normal, landing field secured." Colonel Hoffman commanded in high spirits, in contrast to his former officer Halbarton, who had long been a frontline officer and had grown tired of an Eighth Fleet full of new recruits and battle-weary veterans - those brave enough to fight would always apply for a transfer to a more frontline fleet, only the deadbeat It was the guys who preferred to stay in the Eighth Fleet, which had little mission other than short patrols. And knowing this well, Halbadon treated the fleet accordingly as a training fleet - nothing wrong with that in itself, but for the For Hoffman, it was almost like a chronic rot. He'd even thought about making some big mistake to get himself transferred out of this stasis, but Halbarton, who lacked fleet command experience, didn't want to leave him as a lieutenant who'd been a frontline officer.

Until now, having cleared the air with Halbarton's command failures or illegal use of funds, he was glad to be in command of this small task force - though it was small enough to be a single battleship. But it had created several firsts in the history of the Combined Forces, such as being the first mixed MS-traditional armor-non-traditional armor unit to engage in actual combat.

"This is Mike 02, requesting departure." After the briefing room survived the bumpy time of the descent, Galen . Marcel was the first to run back to the hangar and hopped into his ride. He'd been trying to apply for a transfer to the MS unit from his time as an armored soldier on the moon's surface, even though the MS unit hadn't explicitly been part of the Combined Forces sequence. The test squad, which was still conducting procedural experiments on the Moonface using captured Zaft bodies, clearly had no reason to accept an armored soldier who knew nothing about either MS principles or piloting procedures, but soon his superiors found him a new, and at the same time very satisfying, position.

"Mike02, access is open, departure granted!" The pilot, who was in position right behind Galen, slowly stepped on the pedal.

The gangplank at the rear of the hangar deck had been lowered and the track rumbled over it and, after a small jolt, onto the smooth sand.

The MSD-70A, Anti-MS Juggernaut, the latest production from General Dynamics, was considered by some to be the upper half of the MS mounted on the floor of a tank, and by others to be nothing more than a more advanced and sophisticated remote-controlled weapon station mounted on the tank; but neither of these parties could ensure that this not-so-expensive new concept armor would be able to compete with the MS. And Galen felt that he could prove it, and the only pity for him was that the Moonface factory had produced too few Jagdas, and the hangar for the beautiful ship was not large enough.

Next to step off the pedal was the blue and white painted Ginn, and Major Black, who sat in it as commander of this ground-mix squad, seemed to be a man of experience, and for a few minutes through the atmosphere he had been complaining that he hadn't had time to paint his hull with desert camouflage, though the Zaft Army MS that was his opponent rarely did that. He holstered the Ginn, which was heading for the forward dunes and looking around, in the center of the viewing device screen and performed an active range check, and was pleased to find that the difference between his visual estimate of distance and the value derived from the laser rangefinder was quite small. The fixers in the hangar were still busy preparing their air support force - four Air Tyrants equipped with beam weapons that would provide good air cover for the ground troops. But even so, both of the MSDs on this sortie had opted for left-arm weapon modules with air-to-air capability, used not only to defend against helicopters and other air units, but also to target the feature of Zaft's MS that liked to jump and attack tank units with takedowns.

Even as Ginn suddenly looked up into the sky, the MSD's flanking air-to-air radar display also showed several high speed approaching targets at high altitude, the follow-on airborne unit after securing the landing field, a traditional ground unit consisting of two Super Abrams tanks, four infantry fighting vehicles, and an infantry platoon, along with another infantry platoon standing by on Archangel, the airborne detachment wasn't in the awkward position of having armored units surrounded by enemy infantry due to a lack of infantry.

Those hot airborne pods soon hit the surrounding sand with the sound of the wind and the loud noise that followed, and Galen slammed the observation window at the side of his head just in time to close it, just before the hot wind of sand and dust swept through

"Be advised, the descending forces are in good shape, but are not immediately available for combat, we need a larger perimeter, so I need you to reconnoiter to the east, but keep within data chain range." Colonel Hoffman's voice sounded over the MSD as well as Ginn's radio command channel.

"M01 copy." Carl made a brief reply and switched channels to the squad channel that was on standby, according to the command sequence of the Cosmic MA's, being promoted to Major had allowed him to go and lead a squadron of MA's, or in another memory, a squadron of MS's; but what was interesting was that now he had a more Army oriented team on hand. "M02, M03, I remember you were equipped with two small drones."

"Yes, ready to launch at any time, but with the current intensity of neutron jamming, the controllable range is only a few kilometres," Galen said with some exasperation, the small battery powered craft were originally designed to have a reconnaissance radius of twice that amount, but now, not only did the neutron jamming greatly reduce the reconnaissance range, but the returned data And the quality gets bad. But on the other hand, it could use the extra stall time to hover in the sky a little longer.

"That's enough, M02, launch it to the northeast, M03, yours to the southeast, not too far away, but watch out for crosswinds."

Two unobtrusive flames emanated from the multipurpose launcher at the rear of the MSD's hull, and as the rocket boosters went out, the compact drone deployed its wings and activated its propellers. Galen opened the drone's recon screen on the main display, it was slowly flying over a sand dune, it was yawing a bit with the wind and the image coming from the camera was shaking, but he never expected the small aircraft to fly in any straight line.

It wasn't easy to hide one's movements in the desert from the eye surveillance located high above, and while the rolling dunes provided enough concealment, the smoke and dust from any movement was conspicuous enough as long as it appeared from the air.

About 600 kilometers away, on the east bank of the Jordan River

The tiny drone's distant relative, a drone with a larger wingspan and longer range, was roaring slowly approaching the landing field it had been programmed for. The old and improved Global Hawk, painted black, slowed to a stop on a road, and the long-awaited intelligence personnel belonging to the Eurasian Combined Sixth Army Group skillfully surrounded it, opened the underbelly of the reconnaissance equipment bay, and retrieved its contents. The drone would soon be recharged, inspected, then fitted with a new camera and memory and released again, and that memory was immediately sent to the handler's computer.

Neutron interference made real-time image transmission impossible while on a long-range reconnaissance mission, but for the discriminating personnel, their job was always the same. The Global Hawk made a full circle overhead of Cairo, safe and sound according to its predetermined procedures, flying well above the elevation limit of Zaft's airborne MS, and above the height of Zaft's commonly equipped anti-aircraft missiles.

Some of the changes were very noticeable, such as the two land ships that had been in the military base on the outskirts of Cairo were now down to just one, and the lights of the MS Gernaku showed that at least two squads of new MS were missing.Other changes were less obvious, but signs could be found, such as the lift bar that was normally always down at a checkpoint on the west side of Cairo had been raised abnormally, and a field of farmland was covered with more unidentified traces.

These same intelligence officers had seen, or at least were aware of, the points of light that had previously streaked across the sky; their arrival was completely predictable to them, as it was consistent with the support promised by their allies from across the ocean. Conclusions could be drawn, and together with the information being processed in their case, they would be brought before the eyes of men of higher rank to make their final judgments.

Nothing was out of the realm of possibility.

So, let's get started.

CE71, Feb. 18.

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After a brief period of artillery preparation, the United Eurasian Army stationed on the eastern bank of the Jordan River launched the first strategic counterattack by the United Earth Forces on the ground against the Zaft Earth Attack Army.

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2. nightfall (above)

The desert night was cold, wrapped in a night wind cold enough to make a Briton or Frenchman in a desert tactical outfit shiver and try to hunker down, but she was a Russian from the north, so she just lay still on the sand that was already a little warm from body heat and had her binoculars in front of her, letting the camouflaged branches over her head and back shiver in the wind. The camouflage suit made her look from a distance like a clump of shrubs shivering in the wind on top of a dune, and a seasoned desert native could tell that the clump was somewhat unusual, as these hardy desert plants preferred to live in the shadows of the dunes; but the camouflage was sufficient for the object she needed to conceal, and the arrogant Zaft had never paid attention to the growth patterns of desert animals or plants .

Ahead of her vision was a desert road, the best in the area, and the only one that had been carefully mined and patrolled by Zaft. The coalition hadn't had enough time to lay mines on every highway when they'd withdrawn, but likewise the Zaft that had fallen from the sky hadn't had enough troops to patrol every highway. The guerrillas and resistance groups soon realized that placing roadside bombs on roads with patrols wasn't an easy job; the adjusters might not be familiar with the vegetation and sand dunes, but the advanced detection equipment they possessed made it easy to find traces of explosives. On other roads, however, it was not uncommon for vehicles to get their tires punctured by nails in the road, fall headlong into strange pits, or simply be blown into a mass of burning wreckage, and the adjusters did not always succeed in escaping from explosions with their keen reflexes; so they soon learned to choose the safer road, too.

She'd seen so many things pass through her binoculars, a Bedouin in a humble robe that had barely changed in thousands of years leading a scrawny camel over the road; Zaft patrols with machine guns and anti-sniper radar driving by with their headlights on; a fleet of Zaft helicopters with rockets flying low in the sky that she'd barely spotted them, but she'd noticed up the dunes by a suspicious wind, these helicopters with their silent propellers were usually rarely on the move; further down the road she saw what she was waiting for, first a billowing cloud of smoke and dust, then the tall bridge of a Zaft land battleship looming periodically from the low valley between the dunes; then, a few minutes later, a battered white pickup truck with a pile of painted fruit in its compartment Cardboard boxes and empty frames, swaggering down the road, seemed to follow suit, and a small cloud of dust was raised behind the seemingly normal sand dunes in the distance.

Valeria. Bokarpov moved slowly creeping backwards as if the cluster of plants were just swaying in the wind, but the next second the shrub was gone. She still hadn't figured out the way the guerrillas sent their code, and while she knew that the pickup truck that carried vegetables and fruit into the city every day was an important part of their contact, at least she'd gotten the other piece of information she needed to know, Zaft's ships would always take the shortest route if they were going anywhere, those behemoths with all-terrain maneuvering capabilities.

After a whistle from the mouth, another figure in a camouflage suit appeared from behind a rock.

A few minutes later, beneath a rock that had survived thousands of years of sand and wind erosion, the two men got into a compact desert-painted Weasel reconnaissance armored vehicle. The reconnaissance vehicle quickly rolled over the road the patrol car had just crossed, then drove headlong into the desert where Zaft's land ships had departed; Zaft's not-so-easy-to-use helicopter squadron had gone on an attack mission, and the rest of their unit would be close to finding a needle in a haystack to find the small vehicle, radio silent and equipped with infrared concealment equipment, in the middle of the vast desert.

The drone was still hovering slowly near its limit of control, the downscope camera screen had been finding nothing, not an unexpected event, every joint Eurasian officer who had read the joint battle briefings at Alamein or the news broadcast by Zaft knew that the commander of the Zaft stationed here was a man who liked fast attacks and raids. There were no tigers in the desert, but that didn't stop the mouthpieces of the Adjusters from using the title of Desert Tiger to promote their aggressive commander. Karl remembered the face that had appeared on the news, with the streets of Cairo presumably in the background, the middle-aged Adjuster smiling relaxed, as if he had just finished a march rather than experienced a fierce battle, and he thought he understood why the Adjuster propaganda apparatus had called it a tiger, rather than a fox or some other animal.

The Combine staff expected him to launch a surprise attack just as the Combine was landing and gaining a foothold, but until now, the airborne troops had been in combat mode, and Carl had even made a few adaptations to a few parameters in his walking program after a few runs in the desert in his Ginn, but the enemy that should have been there was slow to appear.

Inside the MSD's armor, Galen. Marcel was still familiar with the bomb-and-gun system, having become familiar with that electromagnetic main gun and how to use it to penetrate MS tactics during his days as a tanker on the moon's face; but the air defense system was still a rather new thing to him. In the chain of one thing leading to another on the battlefield, from the day tanks and planes met on the battlefield, armored units had always been restrained by air units, first by the artillery barrages they summoned, then by the bombs and rockets they dived to drop, then by the ease with which silent helicopters could reel in the defenseless steel beasts with missiles and machine guns, self-propelled flak had always been a luxury, and Always unable to be there in time when it was needed; and now, with the press of a button in his left hand, he had the capital to fight the air unit. The small screen at the bottom of the main screen displaying the image of the drone camera suddenly began to flicker, and he put it to maximum, but all he saw was a violent shuddering of the screen, then the transmission display turned red, the signal was cut off, and the drone icon below it turned red offline; what remained on the screen was a blurred, empty remnant of a sea of sand.